O'Fallon Township High School - Panther Yearbook (O'Fallon, IL)

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MEMINI ’22 Class Prophecy In a cozy bungalow, sat two friends, Miss Lucile Koehler and Miss Cairie Glenn, talking about their High School Days. “What do you say about having a class reunion,’’ asked Lucile. “Oh! do, we haven’t had a reunion since we left school in 1922.” “I suppose, we had better get busy and write the invitations.” “When will we have it?” “I think we will have it on our tenth grad- uation anniversary which will be May 31st.” “All right, I will get some paper so we can write a copy of an invita- tion to send to the engraver.” “Now that is done.” Carrie, picking up the telephone receiver, “Give me Kin. 4321.” “This is Miss Carrie Glenn, 2701 Grand Avenue. I want twenty-five copies of the following made: “Carrie Glenn and Lucile Koehler invite you to tea On Tuesday, May the thirty-first, nineteen thirty-three, This will be a great ieunion for the class of twenty-two To recall our dear old school days and friendships to renew, If you are marired biing your family of this pleasure to paitake, Tho’ you be old maid or bachelor, please be tnere for old times sake.’ “Can you have them finished by April 15.” “All right, good-bye.” “I can haidly wait to see all my dear classmates, can you, Carrie?” “Let’s name over the list, there is Mr. Melvin Biewer, the noted artist. “Elmer Yanda, the athlete. “Mr. George Darrow, the governor. “Mr. Herschel Willhite, the architect. “Those are the boys of our class. Now for the gills. “Mrs. Joe Duncan, “Miss Irene Powell, the noted actress. “Miss Bernetta Schilling, who is a hair dresser. “Miss Helen Cohen, a toe dancer. “Miss Ella Luckner, a librarian. “Miss Katie McNulty, secretary to Governor Darrow. “Miss Verla Scott, an opera star. That is all because we have named eleven and we two make thirteen. There followed preparations for that eventful night. Finally the day of May 31st arrived. “Is everything ready?” asked Carrie of Lucile. “Everything.” “There goes the door bell, I will answer it.” “Come right in, Julia, I mean Mrs. Duncan.” “Am I early?” asked Julia. “Not in the least.” “Come, go answer the door bell.” “Can it be the Governor, and his Secretary airived from Springfield?” Twenty-four

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MEMINI ’22 “Class Will” SECTION I. We, the Senior class members, being of sound mind and in possession, as yet, of all our facilities do hereby make this our last will and testament to-wit: I, Bernetta Schilling, will my marcel wave and powder puff to Viola Weis- mann, providing she does not use it too excessively. I, Irene Powell, will my ability to follow in the footsteps of Bernetta to her brother Raymond. I, Carrie Glenn, do hereby bequeath my ability to drive a car to Clarence Hesse providing he observes the speed law. I, Julia Harwick, bequeath everything I possess that is, of any value, ex- cept the ring which I wear on the third finger on the left hand to Cornelia Hobein. I, Lucile Koehler, will my Arkansas drawl to Irene Keck. I, Ella Luckner, do hereby bequeath my height to Harry Rapp. I, Katie McNulty, will my Irish smile and wit to Marcel Frederick. I, Helen Cohen, bequeath my ability to Dolly Walk to Irene Wessel. I, Verla Scott do hereby bequeath the editorship of the Memini to the next unlucky soul who gets it. I, Melvin Brewer, will my dignity and high-powered vocabulary to Edison Reeder. I, George Harrow, bequeath my tasteful dress and way with the ladies to Howard Vallow. I, Elmer Yanda, will my ability to seem innocent in my own home town to Carl Corbier. I, Herschel Willhite, bequeath my soft melodious voice to Harold Proffit. Signed, this 30th day of May, 1922, by the aforesaid guardian spirit of the Senior class. 1. I. WILLPASS, 2. U. DONTFLUNKME, 3. C. OURSMOKE. Twenty-three

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MEMINI ’22 “I received your invitation on the first of May and couldn’t wait until tonight.” By and by all the other classmates arrived. The first part of the evening was spent in singing old school songs and talking about our O. T. H. S. days. At eleven a light luncheon was served. It was over our tea cup that this question was asked: “Who, would have thought, in our High School days we would be what we are today? Of course everyone gave their opinion. All declared they knew we would all succeed, although some of us had not obtained the highest honor in our line. At midnight all started for home—that is those who live in St. Louis, the others going to hotels. All reported a good time and decided to have a yearly reunion. Our motto: “By our own efforts we hope to rise,” had been observed by all thirteen of us. The Class of ’22 CLASS POEM. I dedicate this poem to the class of ’twenty-two Of the O. T. H. S., with its colors gold and blue, In assembly hall or classroom, they have never broken a rule In unison this class has worked for, “The honor of the school.” Commencement day is drawing near we graduate in May, Our happy care-free school days will soon be passed away. As we travel the broad highway of life, our memories back will fly, To the class mates dear and the faculty of the good old Township High. Our class contains nine pretty girls, some very short, some tall, And three big husky laddies and one that’s very small. We tell this confidentally regardless of their size Each member of this Senior class is wonderfully wise. If “Knowledge is power,” we predict, a kingdom for each one Where they shine with dazzling splendor until great laurels they have won, We know that opportunity knocks once at every door Let’s be prepared to bid it stay, for it retuins no more. Then with youth and opportunity to help us on our way. However hard our tasks may be, the work will turn to play. “By our own efforts we hope to rise,” to this motto we’ll be true As individuals honor bring to the class of ’22. Twenty-five